Sunday. Lights out before ten to awaken at ten minutes to six again, feeling pretty good was the thinking. Up to drive to breakfast on another clear and sunny morning, the weather people saying slightly less warm than it was yesterday, which means into the high seventies. Arrived at ten minutes to seven, but the door to the dining area was unlocked again and so inside to turn on the lights and settle in with the Sunday papers.

The French toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast to finish up at close to nine, the sidewalk empty, the drive home easy with no thought to go by the supermarket. Not sure why. A selfie with the larger camera before settling in to wrestle for some time with yesterday's less than finished/polished entry.

Nothing on the schedule other than getting in a walk. These last couple of days have gone well without being hit by tiredness after a decent walk. It would be nice if walking had something to do with it.

Later. Watched the PGA tournament on television until I felt guilty about not getting out the door and so headed over to the lake, passing by these two (three?) in the distance. What was that?

On to the pergola, the lake/estuary at low tide, lots of people about, but only one drummer had arrived so far. OK, a picture of the duckling I'd photographed yesterday and back along the lake to head home, passing by the two women and friend who were now sitting on a bench by the lake talking with another curious passerby. May I take a picture? Indeed. Didn't stay to ask questions.

The golf tournament was finishing up when I got home, the fellow who'd been leading when I'd left had managed to settle it at the 17th hole. Thus has passed another Sunday afternoon without the head getting all that fuzzy, being bitten by an out of sorts python or crashing to bed. This is good.

Evening. The MHz channel had that last two episodes of the Norwegian series The Acquitted at six. I'd missed at least two episodes last week when they'd skipped them to raise money for the station, but managed to get my head around what may have happened in the episodes I'd missed by the time the second and last episode of the series seems to have explained all.

It's been difficult to understand who'd been killed by whom, but not who's been lying: everyone's been lying with an ending every bit as bizarre as the unfolding story. The main character, who's been accused throughout of killing an old girl friend during a night when he was drunk and couldn't remember what he'd done, was finally proven to be innocent, but ended by his being taken to jail for shooting the woman who was ultimately responsible. Weird throughout and kinky to a point that I'm apparently unable to follow.